Taking A Break

Taking A Break

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 27, 2013
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Twelve years. Twelve years full of love, passion, friendship, and secrets. Twelve years of endless nights underneath the stars, hot mornings by the beach, and long afternoons out in town. Half of my life I spent with him. Cohen was my best friend. He was everything a girl could ask for. His dark curly hair and green blue eyes were perfect with his pale skin. He was taller than I, like most people were. He was also very chiseled and rugged. Cohen lived next door to me my whole life, causing our parents to be extremely close. In fact, our dads worked together and also shared the same name. It was as if we were meant to be. Or so I thought. Aspen Jones only had one boyfriend her whole life: Cohen Jacobs. Ever since they were little kids they were inseparable. As they grew older, their friends teased them over how in love they were. When they reached age sixteen, they decided to date. They seemed like the perfect couple. They were crazy about each other and were so close, it seemed as if nothing could go wrong. It was at Aspen and Cohen’s friend’s wedding they had decided to take a break from their twelve year journey of love and passion. Cohen decides that over the summer they should hold off their relationship and try out their options, and if they don’t find anything else they want, then they’ll know their meant to be together. Aspen is heartbroken, realizing that all she ever thought about was her and Cohen’s future together. Luckily Aspen has River: Her and Cohen’s friend from high school who she is extremely close to. River takes Aspen to London to try to help her forget about Cohen and have fun. As the summer goes on, will Aspen get over Cohen? Will she realize there’s more out there? Will Cohen find someone else? They always said, if you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never yours to begin with. I guess this was the theory Cohen and I were testing.
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Zoe Adam was a master at pretending. At eighteen, she'd perfected the art of silence, smiling when expected, nodding at the right moments, keeping her secrets tucked away in her heart. It was safer that way. With three siblings, a chaotic dysfunctional Latin household, and parents who wore kindness like a mask, Zoe learned early that love could sting just as easily as it could soothe. Her mother could call her mi vida in one breath, then leave bruises seen and unseen in the next. Her father? He floated in and out, too wrapped in his own storms to notice the ones he left behind. None knew anything. her sisters who witnessed everything but didn't say anything, had their own shields. Not her brother, who tried to be the hero but never saw what needed saving. Zoe kept everything locked inside her feelings, her loneliness, her hunger, her ache, her need until even she forgot what it felt like to be full. Then came Hayden Reid. Nineteen, half-Italian and Puerto Rican, . He moved to London that summer, taking the flat right next door. To most, he was just the new guy with the sharp jaw, quiet hazel eyes, and that permanent don't-get-too-close look. But to Zoe, he was more than that. He was her brother's best friend. The boy who used to tease her when they were kids visiting Italy. The one who disappeared after his parents split and reappeared years later with more muscle, and a haunted look she couldn't stop staring at. Hayden had his own shadows. His past was littered with broken things promises, people, places he no longer called home. Coming back to London was supposed to be a reset, not a reunion. But fate had other plans for him. Now, he lives just a few steps from Zoe's window. Too close to ignore, too far to touch. And despite the years, the distance, and the damage they see each other in a way no one else does. Two hearts with locked doors. Two people who never meant to collide again.

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